day Baba would come to the Lagoon Cabin for one hour from 10 a.m. But we should only get his smile, that's all. Baba appeared serious and more impersonal at the end. His work seemed to have come to an end.

Thursday, May 29

Although Baba had said he would be at the Center at 10, it was 9:20 when He made his appearance at the Lagoon Cabin.

He gave a number of private interviews, then came out to listen to Harold Rudd's recitation on tape of a portion of "The Light of Asia" by Sir Edwin Arnold.

Baba made a complete circle before he chose where He would sit near the Caretaker's Cabin. Harold began the tape which was that portion of the poem where the young Buddha sees sickness and death for the first time. It is rather sad and dramatic and Baba's face reflected a serious mood. As throughout the sahavas, his fingers actively "worked" at intervals.

Afterwards, Baba was driven to the beach as all walked or drove there separately. The gate to the beach was locked, but the chain on it was broken by the men before Baba arrived. He called for Charles Purdom to come into his car and sit by him. In some way Charles got his left thumb caught in the door. Baba immediately stopped. Ice was sent for. Meanwhile everyone crowded about Baba's car, and Baba said, "Because of Charles, you all have more than five minutes of My presence." He had originally said he might come to the beach for five minutes. So we cheered Charles. We followed Baba in his chair, carried by men, down to the water's edge where Baba removed his chappals (sandals) and dipped his feet in the Atlantic. Someone offered a sweater to dry his feet. He signaled further on for his chair to be let down on the beach. We crowded about him for a moment. Then he was lifted and we crossed the shining wet beach again. Then the women took a turn in carrying him, then the men again. He was driven back to the Center to the Lagoon Cabin.

Again he called a few, and around 12 he retired to his house.

Friday, May 30

Baba left his house just as a faint dawn was breaking—at 5:30 a.m. At the Briarcliffe gate Mrs. Houston, our “commissary,” was waiting silently in her car. Baba stopped and let her embrace him. The main party had gone ahead to Wilmington in three buses. We drove along the road to Wilmington